1:21am

1:21am

My eyes are starting to give up and shut

But with any strength I have left

I keep them open

Starring at this screen

Waiting

Hoping 

Wishing she'd show up

But who am I kidding?

If I remember correctly

It all started with the simplest detail

Her voice

It wasnt the type that would

pierce the silence

or be the first recognizable in the room

But it was unique 

In such a way that it captivated my attention

Bit by bit 

Until I bit the bait 

That's what it took

One second of listening to that voice

Filled with mystery

with splendor

with such light and shade 

bundled into one solid note

that sounded cleanly across the halls

But I was no one to believe I even had a chance

She needed a man

With set needs and morals

With predominant characteristics

Me?

I had long hair

Sunglasses

Didnt act my age

Didnt want to anyway

But what I did there

In the very moment I deleted the chances from my head

I wrongfully directed myself

Because now I learned she felt the same for me

Or at least a fraction of it 

But who's counting

And I'm riddled with regret

And such feeling is what keeps me up at night

Hoping she'll be there so I can ask her how her day was

How she slept

So she can talk to me about her issues

Her happiness

Her memories

So she can laugh

So I can laugh along with her

But will she show up?

I'll never know

Its 1:27am

I'm still here...